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Clay-Doh the World Destroyer

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Aye, yo
1t, start me off, brah
Look
Look what you did

hook

Corona virus need to worry about me
I put the M I C in pandemic
Slap the shit out you so hard it leave my hand imprinted
Bitch, this the kinda style your bitin ass can't mimic
Corona virus need to worry about me
I put the M I C in pandemic
Slap the shit out you so hard it leave my hand imprinted
Bitch, this the kinda style your bitin ass can't mimic
verse 1

Corona virus need to worry about me
I been sick with it
Kept a gurney round me (unh)
If the power grid gets shut down
I'm a shut shit down thoroughly (that's right)
Come through your door bout nine deep
Make sure you're asleep (everybody on the ground)
Kick in the door
Waving the four four (aye)
I can't wait for them purge sirens
I'm a get me a chomo (believe that)
Then whoever it was got my mobile home towed (motherfucker)
Next I'm coming for your ghost writer and them repoed flows (gimme that)
Ship me to Siberia
I'm a modern day Sparticus (yuh)
This here ain't for the kids
They ain't apart of this
Grand larceny
I'm a authorize the bombardment
Cuz my ordinance

Restore peace from the third coast to the orient
I survived the abortion
I just never died
Family reunions were odd
That's why I tried to stay high
These rhymes could survive the end of times
So if your head in your hands
Jam this track to help you get by (aye)

hook

Corona virus need to worry about me
I put the M I C in pandemic
Slap the shit out you so hard it leave my hand imprinted
Bitch, this the kinda style your bitin ass can't mimic
Corona virus need to worry about me
I put the M I C in pandemic
Slap the shit out you so hard it leave my hand imprinted
Bitch, this the kinda style your bitin ass can't mimic
verse 2

This the end times
Complete Murphy's Law
I gotta feed my family
No matter what the cost
God, I'm sorry
But I gotta punch some jaws
Call me Drowning Pool cuz I'm a make some bodies fall
Roam the streets
Looking for the target
Stick em for the eats
Cuz my daughter's starving
Gotta make the flow so call me period
I got red in my eyes and I'm dead serious
I'm delirious
From them hunger pains
Strapped to the teeth
For them Hunger Games
Lord, I wish
That it had to come to this
But I'm sad these suckers tried to step on my wife and kids
I was a hardworking man
Till it all shut down

Now I leave troves of blood
Splattered on the ground
See, I never wanted to
Take all these lives
But it's kill or be killed
You either die or survive

hook

Corona virus need to worry about me
I put the M I C in pandemic
Slap the shit out you so hard it leave my hand imprinted
Bitch, this the kinda style your bitin ass can't mimic
Corona virus need to worry about me
I put the M I C in pandemic
Slap the shit out you so hard it leave my hand imprinted
Bitch, this the kinda style your bitin ass can't mimic
verse 3

Yo, it's the prophet
Spittin deadly toxins
Concoctin
Lethal concoctions
Like it brings a disease
Infectious killer
Covid-19
We pray on our knees
Jesus please
The death toll keeps risin
You can watch it on TV
It's obnoxious
The government can't stop this
So what are your options?
When you run out of options
Were you alone when fear and panic hopped in?
You heard what the cops did
They murdered the streets
Still the virus keep on beat
Wrap a million more bodies in clean linen sheets
They livin is good
These days livin is deep
You can feel the grim reaper creep
There's death in the streets

Even the breath from your peeps
Could leave you six feet deep
Shit's deep
Even the breath from you peeps
Could leave you six feet deep
Shit's deep

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